Brooke sighs and leans her head to the side, resting it on Ophio’s soft shoulder.
The air is filled with the delicate hum of a harp and the occasional, hauntingly beautiful notes of a flute. Colors are rich and vibrant, with spectacular outfits and decorations in deep greens, purples, golds, and silvers. There’s the scent of blooming flowers and the subtle hint of incense weaving through the air. ...